All you can eat Indian restaurants

I don’t speak all that much Māori but I am grateful for a discount

Traffiking nuts

Travel: there’s so much you have to take on faith

Albuquerque, a tale of two Ubers

Los Alamos

The sleeping pills made me freak out about cat food on the concourse

Piles of ash, Mt St Hellen

Starbucks is a OK, but travel with a stovetop espresso pot

Twinkies and directness

Cheques

The nuclear museum

I never met a toilet I couldn’t clog. (To quote Evie, they could her her in Oxnard)

Skunks

Wigtopia

My first Nordtrom experience

Telling Canadian border control I’m here to see a Drag Queen

LAX and are you staying in WEHO

How gay is West Hollywood

Gas and booze, cheap as hell

Vehicular homicide and polite Portlanders make crossing the road a breeze

Getting off the sky train in SF

The “I left my passport in the uber” story

Hi, I’m Connie and this is half of my lunch

Roscoes Chicken and Waffles

Wall mart, finally

Cruising on the I5

Overheard in Arizona

The national park with people movers and a performing stalactite

Messing with distance, Australia and NZ

Right on red

Taco Bell

I’m getting every 4th word

The C word

Light switches

Hard times in organic supermarkets

The wrong train and the Escher room in SF

Hi, I’m Connie, I grew up in small town New Zealand. I watched a lot of television growing up. Documentaries like Who’s the Boss, Growing Pains, Kate and Ally. When I was grown up, I went to the USA for real. These are some of my small stories in a big country, learning about the USA, and learning about myself too.